By Raymond Sloan
Buddy of mine tells me his life has never been more fulfilling since he found Zen. Or as he calls it, “Zen, baby.” Things have been tough lately. I can’t please my boss, much less my girlfriend. And with all the pressure from IVF, I’m lucky to raise my mojo in the bedroom. Buddy swears I try Zen and I’ll regain my vitality.
So, there I am, a day away from giving it a go when Karen bursts from our bathroom, happy tears streaming down her face.
Long story short, nine months later we have a little boy. Named him Zen.
Sweet story.
Lovely.
I enjoyed this.
happy ending!
Love it
“Long story short” …. 101words 😉
Sweet.
Awwww. Lovely!
I must be reading it wrong – this is SAD. The way the child used to play. The father pleading to shut off the fan, counting the days. He needs a reprieve from the heartbreak of rememberance.
Read the description next time – sheesh! Sorry.
No, this is the wrong story. I’m changing the story I go to comment on. Again — Sorry! Not sure what’s happening, This is NOT on purpose.
So, I figured it out. I was commenting on ANNIVERSARY, the story right above this one which tells of a lost child and a father’s remembrance. Again, apologies. If you can delete this string of nonsense – that’d be super. 🙂
Nice!
Thank you to every one who took the time to comment.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to comment!